Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.